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Getting ready to go to Balboa Park. We never thought we’d play there again. Krishna’s will be there, so will the jugglers. Hope to see friends we’ve missed.

I am having after-episode sensual overload. As Dostoevsky said, he didn’t know if he’d give up his epileptic fits if he had to give up the epiphanies that came with them.

Going into a gas station this morning I received one of the dirtiest looks from a guy I’ve felt for several years. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. Funny things is that he is mixed race with dreadlocks. Go figure. When I wore dreadlocks, I couldn’t get a job. Few wore them yet. Ironic!

In Carlsbad after another epic drive. I think nothing is more uncomfortable than tired driving over miles and miles of Highway 5 scenery – slapping myself, incongruous jitterings and mumblings, shifting, yelps . . . to keep myself alert (sometimes failing). Truly one of my least favorite occupations!

What got my attention and kept me alert near the end was a little interview with Hans Zimmer about his musical score for Christopher Nolan’s film Dunkirk.

When one is on the road, one sees exactly how monstrous the average person’s diet is because of how little healthy food is available. We had Subway sandwiches and my body still stinks from its bad ingredients.

I saw at least 8 DEA agents during our gas stop. Eerie to see so many of them. Never before. They must have been tracking a shipment coming up or down Highway 5. Funny how uncomfortable they make me feel! All police!

Los Angeles is so disturbing. Thinking of living in it makes me quiver with fear.

We forgot our violins at the house on our way down. I remembered almost 45 minutes on the road; we had to go back. I don’t have any idea how or what train of thought caused me to remember them. Imagine if we didn’t remember at all, or when we had gotten on Highway 5. As frustrated as we were, it could have been so much worse – a travesty!